Red Hot Obsessions (216 page)

“Aaaahhh—ffff—two, Sir.”

I was blubbering like a wimpy fool.

“Uuhhh, yes, be pretty for me, sweet thing. So hot.”

He plastered another stripe across my upper thighs and I wasn’t expecting the placement there. My “Three, Sir,” came out all shrill and ugly.

I was glad this was only six, because each of the next three felt like further descents into levels of hell. When he was finished and I coughed out, “Six, Sir,” I curled up into a ball and cried. He let me grab my bottom and rub it. “Thank you for punishing me, Sir.”

He joined me on the bed and stroked my hair and back with the cotton ball fingers. “Stop being a bad girl. I don’t want to be punishing you all the time. Rewards are where it’s at. I wanted to watch you writhe and come tonight, hopefully with a new toy from the store, and now, after our spree, I’ll have to send you back to your bed unsatisfied. That’s not how I pictured our evening at all.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. You’re just so hot and irresistible.”

He laughed and cupped my chin in his hand and pulled my head to face him. “What am I going to do with you, pet? You just can’t help the naughty. I should’ve figured as much when you showed up at my door dressed like a devil and kicked dirt in the Quad because you weren’t getting any fucking commands. Are you going to obey me next time and do what I ask?”

“I certainly hope so.”

He was silent and his gaze hardened to steel.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You asked me for that and handed me the belt, but you know you can safeword when I call it, don’t you?
Anytime
we’re physical, not just when we’re in a scene. You always have choices. We’re not in a DD relationship, so I don’t
have
to whack you to get my point across. If you’re not in the mood, say so, and I’ll pick another way to set you straight.” He kissed my forehead and slid his raking fingers down my hairline.

“I know. I’m fine with everything you’re doing. I love being yours.”

“But it
is
fun. I love your reactions. Even when in pain, extreme pain, sobbing your eyes out, you’re still loving every minute of it.”

“I know. I’m warped.”

“My little maso freak. I can’t wait to make you high on a slow build of pain that flips to unspeakable pleasure, kind of like your pose time during the Boys game, only better, and stronger, and delivered by my hand.”

“Mmm, that sounds nice.”

He kissed the top of head, pulled me into his arms and caressed me for several minutes. “Be a good kitten, please. Be my good girl.” Soft kisses covered my cheek and drifted back into my hair, forging a trail of sweet, sugary dots.

“I will.”

After rubbing the lovely, cooling cream on my bottom and massaging me for several minutes, all the while giving me ear candy, he asked, “Now, Miss Montgomery. There’s still the matter of my attire. Do you think you can manage that appropriately?”

“Yes, Sir.”

CHAPTER 4

“Lift your skirt and stick both feet on the dash.”

When I slouched in the passenger seat of his black prowler and did as he asked, he flipped the mirror on the sun visor over me, and I was suddenly basked in golden luminescence from the map light. What was intended as an aid for makeup application or reading turned sex toy the instant he nodded at me.

I shoved my fingers into my naked well of passion that was already soaked with molten desire.

“Don’t stop playing. And you’d better not come.”

“Yes, Sir.” Good god. He said this toy shop was about a half hour away. I cringed looking at the clock.

“Unravel the top of your corset too.”

I untied the black ribbon and yanked on each side to create a gulf. I was still covered up, but barely.

Eyes on the road, he plunged into the invitation and went from boob to boob with possessive grabs as I piledrived my hungry hole.

“Yeah, Addison. Pump that pussy. I love watching you juice up. I want to hear it. For this, I
want
you to sink into yourself. Get wild and frisky. Forget I’m even here.” He pulled his hand off my breasts and set it back on the steering wheel.

Um, forget his presence? Impossible. I gave delight to my pussy the best I could, but it was still kind of awkward and weird with a domineering peeper in my space. I took my time playing delicately with all my petals, and then building up to rough. When arousal piqued, I backed off and returned to soft and gentle. I was oozing all over the leather. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and moaned and rocked into my three embedded fingers, which made my juiciness audible.

“Mmmm. What a sexy song, pet. It makes me ache to fill you with cock. Don’t look now, don’t even peek, but you know your fantasy, Addison, the one you told me about today? Well, you
are
making some truck driver’s day indeed. He just spotted you, all open and salacious and wet and half-naked. You’ve got him hard and twitchy I’m sure. Maybe he’s rubbing himself now, watching your sexy show.”

I cried out and bucked up into my hand.

“Yeah, baby. Tug your top down right now, free those hot breasts. Show him whatcha got.”

I ground my jaw as I arched my back and jerked the lace-covered fabric away. I thrust my breasts out and grabbed them hard. My moans fucked one another in my clamped-up mouth.

“Mmmm, those goods. I love the treasure that belongs to me. Beautiful, beautiful. Yeah, like that. Stick out that chest and keep rubbing those tasty treats for him, Addison. Pinch and twist your nipples too.”

“Mmmm, Sir.” I was double playing, one hand going buck wild in my cunt and the other roaming viciously across my top.

“You are one hot spectacle, Luscious. Showgirls have nothing on you. Suck your fingers, slowly, erotically, roll your tongue around them. Show him how slutty and wet you are for me. Make him envy me.”

I did and jolted and gasped as a long and doubled-up toot rocked the air. Logan wasn’t lying like I assumed!

He laughed. “Yeah, there’s no fakeout, sweet thing. You are my hot piece, and he knows it.”

As I drank off my arousal, I was ready to explode. My body was quaking furiously. “Uh, Sir, I’m so—I can’t....uuuhhh. Please.”

“No, Addison. There’s no release for you today. You were a very bad girl.”

“Please, please. I’m so hot.”

“Beg some more.”

“I want to come, Sir. Please, please, let me come.”

“No.”

I started crying, blubbering in my desperate need. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life. I’m so fucking turned on. Please, Sir, please.” Tears streamed down my face.

“Uh, your tears and sobs of beggary are setting me on fire. I’m stiffer than a brick. I don’t know how much longer I can contain myself.”

Contain himself? What did that mean? Was he gonna do me or not? I fucking hate being teased. I shrieked in my frustration.

“Scorching hot. Keep touching yourself, Addison. Make that pussy hurt, make it yearn, make it suffer with want. I want you to ache for my touch, for my cock to fill you up until you explode. Show me how hungry you are, how much you want me.”

I sank into my seat and punched the hell out of myself with murderous thrusts. I was relentless, just as he demanded, and my pussy was throbbing and screaming for release that he wouldn’t allow. I choked out sobs. “Aaahhhhh.”

“So sexy.”

He had me playing like this for countless minutes. My hand was tired and achy. I felt physically drained and tears kept rolling and rolling. I was dying. I was so ravenously hungry and blazing hot. I screamed, “Sir. I need your cock. Please. Pull over and take me.” I was blubbering because I wanted so badly to be fucked by this man, and he wasn’t giving it to me. “Fuck me, fuck me, plee-ease.”

“No. Wow, you are candy to me, baby. That one was a yummy stunner. And you probably don’t even realize why. We’re here. You can put your feet down now.”

“What?” I groaned and squinted, looking around confused, like I was jerked out of a deep sleep.

He wiped my face and kissed me in multiple spots as he fixed my top. Sir tied the ribbon more messily than I would have, but I didn’t complain. At least I was no longer hanging out.

“You smell like spicy sex, my sweet peach. Your hands, your pink treats, your plunderable treasure. There’s no cleanup for you either. Everyone will know you were touching yourself, and that you’re horny and wet, and that the sweet pussy I own is in restraint, bound by the chains of climax denial. That’s what naughty girls get.”

I clipped off my sneer of annoyance. “Thank you for letting me be raunchy for your pleasure.” I swallowed hard. “Um, speaking of naughty girls, I forgot to ask. You know how I told you my roommate went to the party with me and that she’s a moral person normally? I think I said that. Well, she’s feeling guilty, so terrible about what she did and the fact that she liked it, and…she asked me to spank her.”

He burst out laughing.

“Yeah, I know, I
know
, it
was
my idea. I kind of planted the notion. I meant someone else, but I got so excited when she asked
me
, I had to clamp my legs together and grind out my arousal. I told her it would be weird. For
me
to do it. But, um, what about you?”

“What about me? You want
me
to spank your roommate?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “I told her I’d ask.”

“She knows about us?”

“No. She knows we’re on speaking terms. And I told her you spanked me and that I mostly liked it. And that we’re hanging out now. She doesn’t know about our box. Boxes.”

He glared. “I am not spanking your friend, Addison.
You
are mine. You are the only one I want to be spanking.”

“But it could’ve just as easily been her that got captured instead of me. She was there chucking eggs too. And she would’ve been the one who got it good…
sadly
.”

“Nope. I would’ve given her the option to serve me for a week.”

“But you came downstairs, prepared to give me a spanking, with a belt and that cream in your back pocket and everything.”

“Yeah,
you
. Though it was a long shot because I didn’t even know if you were in DG, I knew you were a pledge and came down with hopes that you were
the
one. In case it
was
you, in case, I wanted to see if you were really all sub-like as I believed. The second I looked into your eyes, I could see it, the need, the surrender, the fear, the lust for my prints all over your ass. I would’ve gone soft on the witnessed spanking and taken you up to my room for privacy, if only you’d pushed harder and begged some more. I certainly wouldn’t want that in reverse. But. You. Didn’t. You went and got the goddamn chair. And ignited my thirst. I’m not spanking your friend.”

“Please, Sir. She needs to feel free and absolved.”

“I can’t believe you are sitting here asking me to spank another girl. Are you nuts? Any other girlfriend I’ve had hated me even talking to another female. Does the thought of it make you hot?”

“Mmmm. You know it.” Warmth washed over me. I loved being referred to as his
girlfriend
. Logan Thorndike’s girlfriend. When I woke up yesterday, I was a sub-minded girl with no Dom, no spanker, no boyfriend. And now … I had it all. Hopefully, I wouldn’t blow it. My raging lust kept getting me into trouble and trumping my desire to please him. “I’m kind of hoping you’ll let me watch. I want to know what you look like when you’re delivering a punishment to a naughty girl. I want to see your face, how a spanking affects you, the bulge of your biceps, the twinkle in your eyes. Or maybe you have a tense squint of concentration. I know the strength of your hands, so I can imagine each and every slap on me, and I want to see them in action. Just thinking about watching you is making me so hot.”

“I don’t know.” His pursed lips shifted side to side a couple times. I wanted to bite them, especially when he graced the bottom one with a slow, sexy lick. He groaned, maybe in surrender. “All right. I’ll do it, I guess. For
you,
baby kitten.”

“You will?” I beamed and clapped twice. “Oh, thank you, thank you, Sir.” I kissed his cheek.

“Let’s go in. I can’t wait for you to see this gateway to Heaven.”

I gasped, taking in my first good look at the shop perfectly named,
Love Hurts,
illuminated by just the porch light and those yard spotlights in front. It didn’t look anything like I imagined. I expected a seedy white building in the run-down section of a shopping district, not a doll’s dream house. What a facade to Kinkland! The main color was a deep wine, with white and pale green gingerbread scallops, trim and fine detailing, and forest green door and shutters.

A wrap-around porch led to turret on one end and a white gazebo around the corner. A benched swing sat inside the gazebo, and it was adorned with a slim girl draped over the arm, her legs outstretched along the cushion and her skirt flipped up. She didn’t move from her position or even look up when Logan slammed my door after letting me out, nor when we thumped up the steps. Ohmygosh. Flush against the front of the house now, I could no longer see her and I was bitten by curiosity. I followed the porch to the right in a tiptoe so I could peek around the corner. My stomach flipped and my cheeks sweltered. In the closer view, I noticed the panties on display were dirty and her clasped hands on the plank floor were bound together with yarn. I watched her back expand with each breath and imagined them with wavy shouts and moans each time her turned-up globes were met with a leather paddle, right in the open air.

“Naughty spy,” Sir whispered.

I looked back at him and whispered back, “Ohmygosh! Is she gonna get spanked outside? So hot.”

He shrugged but the impish twinkle that sprouted up in his eye said, “Point duly noted.”

I scrunched my lips. I meant for
her
to get it. For
her
.

He called me back over with a point and opened the front door. A bell jingled. No one greeted us when we stepped into the foyer, but I shivered in delight at the shrills coming from another room and my eyes bugged out at the wonders before me. An array of whips, floggers, canes and paddles hung on either side of a grand staircase and all along the wooden walls. The hot walls! Ohmygod. And a high mahogany desk with an old-timey register sat unoccupied off to the left of us. Closed pocket doors beside that hid all action that was causing the shouts of pleasure and pain. My pussy got so hot and wet. This old home
did
make the perfect shop, and I admired the owner for seeing that vision.

Fancy Victorian furniture with jacquard upholstery, jewel-toned silk drapes and antiques made the entrance homey, inviting and luxurious. This place was so classy and elegant, it made BDSM look like the most fun, delectable, extravagant lifestyle in the world and suggested if you weren’t edging out of vanilla, you were vastly missing out on a rich experience.

A parlor to the right held rows of dark wood bookcases and more along the walls. Hole stuffers and other toys were on display like museum pieces. Seriously, like art. I walked over in awe. Each one was fixed to a clear, acrylic pedestal with little track lights above, bathing each one in a touch of light. A few boxes of said toy were then stacked underneath like cameras in an electronic store, which gave way to another row of spotlighted toys. The sections went four levels deep on each case. Through the parlor was a long room housing lingerie, roleplay outfits and leather fetish wear. It was all organized by type, with mens on one side, womens on the other. Yum. I could see swing girl out the window. She was still in position like a good girl. Four dressing rooms, shielded with only curtains, lined the back wall. A long, plush settee, a few round ottomans, and some full length mirrors peppered the hot pink room.

A female voice back in the foyer broke me out of me reverie and I walked back.

Logan addressed her and introduced her as Lady Camilla, owner of the shop, when I joined them. Only black hair in a tight bun, bright red lipstick and long red nails hinted that she was a Domina, but the tall, pinched way she carried herself insisted she was. A crisp, white blouse and form-fitting black pants highlighted her curves. I was expecting leather regalia and a whip somewhere on her person, so I was a bit taken aback by the downplay. She had a pretty, round face but stern, no-nonsense eyes. I didn’t swing female, but power emanated from her like tangible, hot energy and it had me quivering. No wonder that sub wasn’t moving from the swing. I wouldn’t either. Not one inch.

“Hi. Nice to meet you, um...” A blush crept up my face, and I looked down at my black boots and cringed. What the hell was I supposed to call her? What was the protocol again? Respect for other dominants in the title of their choice?

“Camilla.” She held her hand out for me to shake. I took it and looked back up to find a wide smile. Red lipstick often casts a hint of yellow on teeth, but she’d surely outshine the smile of the most holy angel … and find some spankable infraction no doubt. “You’re not one of my kittens or slaves, so,
Camilla
or Lady Camilla is fine. Don’t worry. I won’t beat you … unless you want me to.” The tightness in my shoulders unwound. “You finally found a subbie of your own to wrangle and pin, huh? She’s a cutie, Logan. Does this mean you’ll stop using my girls for your pleasure? They miss your Florentine somethin’ fierce.”